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Aight, listen up, you filthy hippies! I’m Eric Cartman, insurance investi-gator, and I’m here to talk about this damn brothel mess. Respect my authoritah! So, this shady joint—smells like cheap perfume and bad decisions. I’m investigatin’ claims, right? Some dumbass says he slipped on a “mysterious wet spot” and broke his stupid neck. Yeah, sure, buddy, that’s what they all say in a damn brothel! I’m thinkin’, “This is the end, beautiful friend,” like in *Melancholia*—total chaos, just waitin’ to crash.

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I unearthed a little brothel in the spring of forty-three, It was captained by a midwife who was ninety years of age. She produced a little bottle saying.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

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